Rain, drawing, carpets and poets

Nothing but the wild rain this morning.  Off to my drawing class, which I enjoyed more this week, with a graceful female sitter called Caris. Melissa on good form, and I chatted with Debbie, who'd just had a back operation, and Adele, and several of the regulars.  

Lorraine was waiting outside in the rain, and we went to Flowers to finalise carpet choices. Luckily I found the golfing umbrella I'd left at the Women's institute about two months ago, while leaving the building.  

Home again, still rather tired and underpowered. Beth and Enzo, and Rosie all around this afternoon. Rosie excitable because she and Innis are getting married at the end of May. She said she had been looking at wedding dresses and getting overwhelmed by emotions of all sorts. Lovely to see her though.

Phoned Mum, as I'm going to see her tomorrow.

In the evening I made off to Lewes where Robin was reading at The Needlewriters. Good to see Robin again, and have nice chats with Robert Hamberger and James Ellis as well as the usual suspects like Charlotte, Stephen, Janet and Jeremey. Robin read well, the other readers were Maria Jastrzębska reading from a memoir, using material from her mother's experience in Poland in WW2. Which I found fascinating. And Anika Carpenter, whose prose and flash fiction was well done, but not for me.

Home with ease, and boofed onto the gold sofa to watch the Traitors with Lorraine before bed.